Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we need all the we can get
Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to him?
No information, say yes or no
One point five
Alright, you get what you want -- no object
all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable
And are explosive head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo come here, come here Sun
Come for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get fuckin, yo this made of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my moms man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get that soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie ways
(Noodles) We came off two mil kid
(Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original blood bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who come to get None. They want guns!
I be the to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one

Verse One: Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece
Fuck a nigga hottie, whole pussy probably
like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it
It's the two holster, shit smoker
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still dues
And the last one is death, to the essence
With shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the
plus my style, Criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny Blaze

Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for niggaz who
Wu will grow llello, ley no
Plus coolin in
Ricaans be me much shit, the dutch shit
cool papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards
his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme prime nigga jail jiggas
Them up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled yeah
Jakes beware black rap
Rock hairs leather goose blowin this year
One eight hundred niggaz yeah

Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby

Solid gold crown is
gold, check it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well
The heart the rib cage the and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin and six bones
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
How dare you approach it with dim
The overfiend like noah bean souls with a soldier mean
The grand exquisite wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay your ass a
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black
Lickin shots to Davy on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two microchips two shots of penicillin
goes up adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a resemblin niggaz who like followin
Trapped inside projects like a genie inside the bottle

Four: Master Killer

God steppin forth upon holy of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under
So I decided to down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the
That I'm the Master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who tries to under
I strike, like thunder
Niggaz stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad
the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty of humidity
Represent the school of knocks and glocks my
is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks the chrome
Watch a get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, laid to

Verse Five: Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a
Full moons me howl like a wolf outta breath
only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, enhance cells well a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos plan growas
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels
The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and
Early 80's rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right Tiffany's
Remember kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal
Them flower heads have been stupid
Tell me how the black niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, undaground
Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up

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